Sit back, matter of fact, teasing, toying, turning, chatting,
charming, hissing, playing the crowd.
Play that song again, another couple Klonopin, a nod, a glance, a
half-hreated bow.
Oh such grace, oh such beauty, and lipstick and callous and
fishnets and malice.
Oh Darling, you're a million ways to be cruel.
I should, I wish I could, maybe if you were, I would, a list of
standard-issue regrets.
One last 80 proof, slouching in the corner booth.
Baby, it's as good as it gets.
Oh such grace, oh such beauty. So precious, suspicious, and
charming, and vicious.
Oh darling, you're a million ways to be cruel.